In to Her

The music changes again, this time to a faster, upbeat, country tune, and our bodies respond in kind.

Her cock-jerking becomes more urgent and my desire to get my dick inside her takes over. I walk her backwards, popping the button on her jeans and dragging her zipper down as I go, and stop when I’ve backed into a table.

Her jeans are tight, so it takes me a good thirty seconds to work them down over her hips to the middle of her thighs.

I’m gonna fuck her on that table. But not yet.

Logan is lagging a few steps behind, coming along because she never let go of his dick.

I know he’s having second thoughts. I know he’s thinking, Do I want to do this again? Do I really want to start this shit up again?

But I just don’t care. He will do it. I know how to make him do it.

The palm of my hand finds the top of her head and I push down, urging her to kneel.

She does it, protesting slightly. “I don’t know, I don’t know…”

But it’s too late.

That time has passed. And she must realize this because she looks up at Logan, two-fisting his cock now, and leans forward.

This is one of my favorite moments when Logan and I tag-team. The look on the girl’s face when she gives in—or maybe just gives up—and decides she’s gonna suck him off. She’s gonna turn into my little slut. She’s gonna do everything I tell her. She’s gonna become my little toy and there’s nothing she can do to stop it now.

Logan presses forward like he’s on autopilot. And I think to myself, Do I know this guy, or what?

I lean to the side a little, not wanting to miss the moment, and catch a glimpse of her just in time. Just as she opens her mouth and places it over him. Over the center of his cock. She lifts her chin, ducking underneath his dick a little, and drags her wet lips down the front of his shaft.

Logan closes his eyes, his jaw clenching. Because she did it perfectly. She did it just the way he likes it.

“Good,” I say. “Very nice.” Encouraging her with words as I begin to rock her head back and forth, dragging her mouth up and over the tip of his cock, then back down the front of his thick, long shaft.

Her hands have stopped, momentarily forgetting what she was doing. But I help her. I reach for him, wrap my hand over hers, and we jerk him off together. Slowly at first, as she finds the rhythm, and then faster. I step fully to the side now, willing to put my own needs second as we take care of Logan first, and use my other hand to grip her hair tight.

She knows what’s coming because she takes a deep breath, opens her mouth wide, and lets me shove him down her throat.

I force her until she gags, but instead of easing up, I whisper, “Shhhh… just relax. Just follow my lead.” And because I’m a good guy and I like to help, I start counting. “One,” I say. “Two,” I say. “Three…” And when I get to five, I yank her off him.

She gasps for breath, choking as saliva drips over her plump, pink lips and lands on her chin.

Logan groans, reaching for her again. And I know that I’ve won. I know he won’t turn back now.

But I’m nothing if not considerate. I’m nothing if not a helper. So I do it again. Only this time I force her to the count of ten.

She almost throws up when I lift her off Logan’s cock, but holds it together. Her eyes are watering, her make-up starting to smear down her face.

Logan is almost beside himself. He looks at me like… Dude…

Because even though when it comes down to which one of us is the bigger threat here, it’s hands-down him—I am a force in my own right. In my own way.

So I look at him and just smile as I push her head back down and force her to the count of twelve.

She pulls off this time, gagging and choking, saliva dripping down the front of her chest until it disappears into her bra.

Such a little slut.

But I already knew that before we walked in.

I saw it all in my head. I saw the drinks, I saw the look of fear flash before her eyes, even though it was fleeting. I saw the dance, and the way she joined in. I saw Logan, meeting me halfway. I saw her on her knees. I saw his cock in her mouth. I saw the choking and gagging.

I saw it all.

And I knew she’d be up for this. I knew.

Because even though I might be a stranger to Yvette Nightingale…. she’s no stranger to me.